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Author: Nuala O’Connor

Labhrann Gráinne

le Gearóidín Nic Cárthaigh i. An dúil a bhíonn agesna fir sa ghaisce – dúshláin, comhraic, comhlint is rásanna. Ar chóir dom bheith buartha féna…

Iníon Umhal

le Sernin Seal Is minic a chuireann sí an cheist uirthi féin: Ar dhein sí an cinneadh ceart nuair a d’imigh sí? Tá an cheist…

Dreigechith

le Seán Ó Dubhda B’fhíor don réalteolaí raidió ar ball. Tá seó ar siúl os ár gcionn an oíche anocht i gceartlár an tsamhraidh. Réaltaí…

Dul Sa Seans

le Catherine O’Brien Mise d’abhcóide nuair a thránn do mhisneach agus ciorclaíonn na deamhain a ghintear as do mhíáthas. Ní stadainn ar ór nó ar…

Ag Fáil Bháis

le Ciarán Ó Dornáin Bhí mé ag fanacht sa charr. Bhí rud ar an nuacht faoi Bhóthar Garbh Achaidh. Ní raibh muid i bhfád ón…

Nuclear Laundry

by Bríd McGinley No time to get a basket, I bundle the dirty laundry in one of Peter’s shirts – his favourite white cotton oxford…

Minnow

by JP Relph A roiling marmalade sun burned as we danced in the strange snow. The rail-track verge like a packed platform, dense with brambles…

Milk Cure

by Elodie Barnes Her body was a jellyfish that had lost its sting. Cold. Curiously pliant, her skin yielding to doctors, nurses, powders, pills. Floating…

Mer

by Joanne Hayden Hiding in the dunes, the father watched, field-glasses pressed to his eyes. His son was crouching by a rockpool, staring down. He…